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Besides, nothing was really proved against Dives; and the crumbs from his table fed many a Lazarus. But there were times when the Rev. William H. Rimmon had a vision of other things: when the Rev. Mr. Rimmon, with his plump cheeks and plump stomach, with his embroidered stoles and fine surplices, his rich cassocks and hand-worked slippers, had a vision of another life.
A light rifle should always be lashed on the komatik, as a rabbit, a partridge, or a deer gives often a light to the eyes with the fresh proteids they afford, like Jonathan's wild honey. In these temperatures, with the muscular exercise required, my strictest of vegetarian friends should permit us to bow in the House of Rimmon.
Marcella had to follow him on these excursions into philosophic doubt, sacrificing her pet calf of legend and poetry every day in the temple of Rimmon, handcuffed to him as she did it. But Andrew Lashcairn did everything with such thoroughness that he seemed to use up a certain set of cells in his brain exhaustively, and thus procure revulsion.
They will talk freely to a master of architecture or music or Japanese prints, but they are chary of betraying these enthusiasms to their fellows. And masters are not free from blame: I suppose we all of us sometimes bow down in the house of Rimmon, and when the conversation languishes at the tea-table, fall back on a discussion of the last house match.
Others of the tell-tale letters show us in detail how Defoe acquitted himself of his engagements to the Government bowing, as he said, in the house of Rimmon. In one he speaks of a traitorous pamphlet which he has stopped at the press, and begs the Secretary to assure his superiors that he has the original in safe keeping, and that no eye but his own has seen it.
"You know you wouldn't care if you had," she said, with a reproachful but not unkind glance. "Now, if it were the signorina " I never object to bowing down in the temple of Rimmon, so I said: "Hang the signorina!" "If I thought you meant that," said Donna Antonia, "I might be able to help you." "Do I want help?" I asked. "Yes," said she. "Then suppose I do mean it?"
The note read: "DEAR FERDY: I must see you without an hour's delay on a matter of the greatest possible importance. Tripper-business. Your friend K. has started investigation; claims to have inside facts. I shall wait at my house for reply. If impossible for you to come immediately, I will run down to your office. "Yours, RIMMON." When Mr. Wickersham received this note, he was in his office.
Keith admitted his undeniable good looks and knew of his wealth; but he was so confounded by the information he had received that he was in quite a state of confusion. Just then a young clergyman crossed the room toward them. He was a stout young man, with reddish hair and a reddish face. His plump cheeks, no less than his well-filled waistcoat, showed that the Rev. Mr. Rimmon was no anchoret.
"Now look here, Rimmon," he said, "you know perfectly well that I never meant to marry that to marry any one. You know that I was drunk that night, and did not know what I was doing, and that what I did was out of kindness of heart to quiet the poor little fool." "But you married her in the presence of a witness," said Mr. Rimmon, slowly. "And I gave him her certificate."
They were married by a preacher named Rimmon, and he gave me her certificate, and I swore to her I had lost it: he got me to do it the scoundrel! He wanted me to give it to him; but I swore to him I had lost it, too. I thought it would be of use some of these days." A gleam of the old craftiness shone in his eyes. Keith gazed at the man in amazement. His unblushing effrontery staggered him.
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